I'm back with another chapter of Mom's Big Bed...Thank You for everyone who requested it. Here it is, my Mother's Day Present from me to you!
Happy Mother's Day!
FOUNTAINPEN67
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The Alarm went off and jarred mom, grandma and I wide awake. Ma and I headed out for the morning workout while my grandmother went through her series of yoga poses. The three of us then tossed down some breakfast before Mom gave me a ride to school.
On the way to school, Mom again pulled over and we swapped out. She had me get in the driver's seat and then had me head for another detour up into the canyon; her head bobbing in my lap executing a wickedly sloppy blowjob as I drove. I came five minutes into the drive and then executed a U-turn as Mom swallowed my boy-batter and rose up to check her makeup in the visor mirror. When we arrived at school we parked and as I got out of the still running car, Mom walked around and got in. She pulled me into the open window for a quick kiss saying,
"This is for luck lover! Don't say anything to blow it with Michelle. Remember tonight is the big night and I want to taste that girl's pussy juices on that cock of yours when your big date is over!"
"Don't worry Mom," I reassured her, "I got it covered!" And I did; I really did! The events of the week had all come together and jelled my confidence for me. I wasn't the same guy who'd been caught by his mother a week before jacking off in the pool and smoking her weed. No...
not by a long-shot!
The rest of the day seemed to be a testimonial supporting that fact.
I hit the school building and again people walked-up the hallway and hit my hand in what seemed like an endless stream of "Hi -Fives!" I had the glowering stare of the "holier than thou" lunch lady follow me around the cafeteria like a judgmental heat-ray (which only served to cultivate my esteem even further). I had my buddies at lunch all joking in hushed tones about what was coming tonight. I even had a wonderful hand-holding session with Michelle as soon as she walked into the lunch room (late as always), and motioned her girlfriend strap-hangers away so that I could move over and sit with her.
It wasn't as much hand-holding as it was her and me holding hands for about two seconds while we ate before her hand left mine and wandered over to my inner thigh. I mirrored her movements as we made small-talk for several minutes and she made big beautiful cow-eyes at me; wrinkling her nose as she spoke. Teenage pheromones, hormones, smells, and juices were wafting all around us it seemed. Again just like before; when my confidence flagged a little bit, BOOM
- into my head popped my inner monologue with George Clooney's confident devil-may-care voice ready to coach me!
"OK KID!" George shouted inside my skull, "What we got here... WHOAH! she's got a hand on your inner thigh... good job kid! Now don't for Chrissake get nervous... This is not the first time a chick has grabbed your thigh...
just the first time for this one.
GOT IT?" I stayed calm. Michelle spoke.
"I can't wait until tonight," she said giving my hand a squeeze, "I got so ...freaky excited last night that I got out online!" She had a little quiver in her voice that sounded all bubbly; like she'd been rolling in a basket of puppies all morning. She definitely didn't sound like the uber-cool chick I normally saw who thought everyone was so tragically lame. She was giddy. George broke into my head again and told me he'd answer for me and to just let him drive the boat for a bit as my mouth said his words with,
"Yeah, so what did you see?"
"A bunch of nasty inspirational stuff," she whispered at me biting her lip and wrinkling that nose again while her hand kneaded my thigh like a loaf of rye. Her hand slipped a little closer down my thigh towards the rest o' me, (if you get my meaning).
"Really" George in my head answered, "and what kind of nasty stuff was that?"
"MMMMnnn," she giggled, "some online stories; stories of guys and chicks doing things to each other. I read for a while, then I slipped my jeans off!" My leg got another squeeze and her hand again slid a fraction of an inch closer to "me." George gave me a nudge and I gave her thigh a squeeze too. I slid my hand down her thigh about the same distance of travel has her hand had just done. George kept talking.
"So then what did you do then Miss naughty-girl?" He said in a tone that dripped with mockery;
like she needed a good bare-assed spanking.
She pouted her lips and batted her eyes at me saying,
"Hmmm well... I seem to remember streaming a couple of videos of naked people doing all kinds of things to each other,"
"Did you?" George said as I raised my eyes pretending to be surprised and shocked.
"...and I got into my bed with my computer," she said with a naughty little puppy-whine. Her hand squeezed me again and slid a little further. So did mine along that thigh of hers.
"Oh I take it you didn't work on your homework?" George asked as I cocked one eyebrow up at her and did my best smirk.
"No, my hands were too... BUSY! (giggle
) I got all freaky nasty with myself,"
she whispered.
"Really," George said playing stupid," and
where
did you get nasty with yourself, bad-girl?"
"Right where you want to fucking slide your hand right now bad-boy! (giggle)
I want to roll you up in a fucking ball and have you for lunch and dinner right now, - lean closer!"
I did. She sniffed me and closed her eyes like she was smelling fresh bread. I'd seen Mom and my other female relatives huff in my scent like this;
she was revving herself up.
She continued with,
"You know what? I want your fucking hand up there too, along with the rest of you!" With that; her hand moved down the rest of the distance and her fingertips brushed the seam of my blue jeans. She gave my dick and balls a squeeze under the table! Without waiting for release authorization from George, I reciprocated and slid my hand down the rest of the way to the crotch seam of her jeans and pressed and groped against her puss-mound through the denim. HER EYES WENT WIDE AND HER MOUTH DROPPED OPEN! George immediately shouted in my head,
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT KID? I DIDN'T SAY 'ENGAGE CLEARED HOT'; ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! ALL UNITS PULL BACK OFF THE TARGET!' WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? Kid back that fucking hand out of there NOW!" I yanked my hand out of the way. A second later the bell rang for class with its loud and jarring
BBBBBBRRRRRIIINNNNNNGGGGG!
"Ok kid look, you proceeded without being told to do so and you probably frightened this one off, but there are gonna be other girls and ya got college next year... lots of girls there away from home with daddy issues who'll be happy to let you wear 'em like a sweater around your neck so don't worry an.."
George's conciliatory pep talk was interrupted as Michelle sprang to her feet. She pressed her body next to mine and kissed me hard on the lips with everybody but the janitor watching! Before she stepped off to class she gasped at me,
"Six O'clock at my house!
You got condoms?...
Oh don't worry, I've been on the pill for two years now! I just want to see you tonight.